My (in)Habitant Humanity

byDKzKMondayJanuary2,2012at11:13am

~HAND ME THAT HABIT 'AT, WOULD YE,  BABY ? ~



yknow how it is like it is wee become our habits disconscious

auto'mated be

haviors that become such that as such, yfeels like yshouldnt go go go out

side'o thee walls door windows of that ho'use that

ye in-habit wit'in........yesyes do not go out....ye will not be recognized....

or

W'ill-be-recognized wit'in some paradigmic 'identity crisis', charged wit false i'dentity, a

f'ailure-to-be noticed amidst thee mass mass mass [of]

malapproriate[d] reality-identities hitherto recontrived in

gross overfeedings leaving otherWorlds right-here-in-this-very'same-Earth (of ours)

un'nourished of anyThing 'cept to live-out thee horror-pains tha'wee

canno be bothered wit,wit o-so-much- [impo[rtant[ -business2tend2 [of] keepin

an undistracted Life at a tolerable distance.........learn

to love wit'out touch fr'om farly far away, one habit'at to a di-stant habit'at such

safety  from  all  thee  disEase  potential  of  close'contact(encounters)---



can eye be'glad iyamnot Here anymore when I'am st'ill here where i was 'left' in

that lachrymose lurch, now not-real[for] mourning, th'us in vivid celebration of new vision that

[seemingly] canno be shared wit Love['s] proximity?



o yea, thee going got gone, if-not proverbially, then perhaps more parochially....



eye'll just quietly play alone wit these'ere words, habitually mistook [for] reality, &

see wha'happens, (like in as-if it creates yetanother Reality)



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